Early Autumn

Concept, Interior

We are not of this race. We are not of this earth. Susan and I are wanderers in the fourth dimension of time and space. This thing is smaller on the inside than it is on the outside. Exotic alien swords are easy to come by, Aces are rare. I can’t stand burnt toast. I loathe bus stations. Terrible places. Full of lost luggage and lost souls. Yeah? Well I’m the Lord of Time. Why do you have three mirrors? Why don’t you just turn your head? And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other. A man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me.

I am totally against bantering. Rest is for the weary, sleep is for the dead. I feel like a hungry man eager for the feast! I am not a student of human nature. I am a professor of a far wider academy of which human nature is merely a part. Come on, Team Not Dead. Every great decision creates ripples. Like a huge boulder dropping in a lake. The ripples merge and rebound off the banks in unforseeable ways. The heavier the decision, the larger the waves, the more uncertain the consequences. The waves of time wash us all clean.